It wasn’t the kind of endomorphic workout she was used to. Her back was killing her and the last thing she felt was the pain between her legs.By the... time they broke for lunch and she hobbled to the house, she groaned, “I’m not sure I can do this.”“You’ll be fine,” he said. He wasn’t even breathing hard. “Your body will get used to it. Pretty soon you’ll be able to do something like that all day and still feel like wrangling cows.”“No way,” she moaned. “I can hardly walk. I feel pain in muscles. I rest the first one on your ass hole before adding a little bit of lube to your ass, rolling the ball a bit around your tight hole, I begin to push it in, with little effort it goes in completely, as your ass just swallows it up, the second one is up to your ass now a little bigger but should go in no problem we all know you've had larger in there before but it's been a while. I start to push it in and hear you moan out a little, as it pushes past your anus, I pull it a little and watch as it. All the schools closed anyway. A lot of businesses closed too. It was murder getting my excavator in today to clear my parking lot. He didn’t finish until two o’clock this afternoon.”“Snow or no snow, it is good to be home.”The drive down I-283 wasn’t bad. The salt on the road kept roads slushy instead of icy. Traffic moved along well. Dad pulled into our driveway about ten minutes before six. The boys must have been watching for me from inside the front door. I barely made it out of the car. There was miles and miles of nothing one way and a highway and a town the other. Numchucks was barking at the end of his chain towards the woods when I pulled up. The usual display when the kids went to play without him. After a quick conversion with Sandra and released ole Numchucks and off into the woods after the kids we went. Now when you enter the woods you quickly come upon a creek, where you would generally go left along a hillside that took you through miles and miles of wooded terrain..